Chapter 309

Cecelia gently walked behind Charlotte and set down the snack she

had brought.

Looking at the Charlotte in front of her, who was now more like a

puppet, she could not help but moisten her eyes. She had gone to a lot

of trouble to find her daughter, but she had not been able to make her

daughter happy from then on.

She stepped forward and hugged Charlotte tightly from behind and

sighed.

"Charlotte, I know you've been under a lot of stress lately."

It was then that Charlotte realized that Cecelia had come into her room

and was hugging her tightly from behind.

She relied heavily on Cecelia, who was perhaps the best mother in the

world and made up for all the childhood regrets in her heart.

"Mom, I'm fine. I'm having a hard time with my heart, so I just want to

relax a little." She threw away the shredded pieces in her hand.

"Do you want to see a psychiatrist and talk about it. It might help with

your emotions.” Cecelia turned Charlotte around, gently stroked her

cheek, and said softly.

"You can talk about your past, your present, your entire grievances."

"No, no need!"

Charlotte stood up excitedly, she didn't need a psychiatrist.

Cecelia didn't really know what was on her mind. Nor did she in any

way let anyone know about her past.

Cecelia saw her overreaction and did not dare to press her.

She was really very worried that Charlotte, the way she was now and

pregnant, would get prenatal depression if not taken seriously.

"Good. We're not seeing a psychiatrist then." Cecelia did not force her

but tried to soothe her.

Charlotte tried to squeeze out a smile and said nicely, "Mom, don't

worry about me, I just suddenly got a little down. Luther will marry me,

he promised me!"

She reached up to stroke her belly and murmured, "Daddy won't keep

you waiting too long, we must trust Daddy.”

Charlotte was so well disguised.

She knew she was Cecelia's weakness.

Only then did she deliberately pretend to be neurotic, mentally

disturbed and suffering from the precursors of depression.

The only way to get Luther to agree to the marriage was to force the

Heath family to use their power as soon as possible.

Although it was not really any good plan, the likelihood of making

another move on Joyce in the short term was almost nil.

They had a thoughtful plan to kill Stephanie, but finally it only let Joyce

accidentally get a huge fortune. They thought of thousands of ways to

try to kill Joyce, but finally Joyce got back alive.

If, again, they failed to force Luther to divorce.

She was simply a flop, the biggest loser in this round, like a joke.

Sure enough, her nervous, forced smile completely impressed Cecelia.

Cecelia bemoaned.

Even if she was reluctant, it seemed she must step in to solve the

problem.

Otherwise, if this continued, her daughter might very well just lose her

mind.

She gently patted Charlotte's shoulder, “I have prepared some soup for

you, you need to take care of youself. You have a good rest, I'll go out

first.”

Whirling around, Cecelia hurriedly left Charlotte's room and headed for

Rodney's room.

Charlotte witnessed all this with a snicker on her lips.

She could use anyone to achieve her goal.

Her beloved "mother" was just a pawn in her hand.